The Neurological Magic That Happens When We Slow Down

A few weeks ago, an old knee injury started acting up again. I was in a great deal of pain.

The only way I could avoid aggravating it was by not going anywhere (not an option), or walking really really slowly. Slower than a senior citizen living in Alabama on the hottest day of the year. Yeah, that slow.

You can imagine what an odd thing it was to slow down that much. As a New Yorker, I was careful to move out of the way of the typical Ferrari-paced person as they revved up behind me and needed to pass.

Surprisingly, I started to really enjoy myself almost right away. As I walked down a street in Brooklyn, I looked up at the sky, took in the breeze, and noticed the colors on the buildings.

Then something else started to happen. My mind became smooth. Not slow, or spacey—actually smooth and clear. Everything stopped rattling around in my head in a disorderly jumble and started to organize itself, like rambunctious kids finding their place on stage in the school play.

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